I believe there is no sanctuary
for me in this subdivision
of dreams, cathedrals
built by unknowns
I am like grass
cracking their concrete,
I was carved by a stone knife
in the mountains
where I learned to speak
I am the rider called death
bleeding in my sleep,
sitting in the saddle
with Dark, the black man
and his crazy blues
I sink down like a diver
into the deep water,
like an unknown poet
going down with his ship.
Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 8:32 PM UTC
I believe there is no sanctuary
for me in this subdivision
of dreams, cathedrals
built by unknowns
I am like grass
cracking their concrete,
I was carved by a stone knife
in the mountains
where I learned to speak
I am the rider called death
bleeding in my sleep,
sitting in the saddle
with Dark, the black man
and his crazy blues
I sink down like a diver
into the deep water,
like an unknown poet
going down with his ship.
